Luo Fengtang was confused. This was not in line with his wife's style. Could it be that Qing'er was not feeling well somewhere?

Luo Fengtang returned to the Luo family like a gust of wind.

Yang Ruoqing was in the bedroom, not lazily leaning on the soft couch, but pacing back and forth in the room with her hands on her lower back.

After walking for more than a dozen steps, he stopped to pick up the tea on the table and took a sip, then took a deep breath, walked, and so on.

Luo Fengtang breathed a sigh of relief seeing her like this.

He walked lightly into the house and asked in a calm tone: "Why don't you sit down? Doesn't your pelvis hurt if you move around a lot?"

Yang Ruoqing also told him about his pelvic pain after walking too much, and he remembered it once.

Yang Ruoqing turned around and saw him coming back, her eyes that were still firm before suddenly softened into a puddle of spring water.

She immediately jumped into his arms and hugged his thin waist tightly.

He has a real male waist, a burly and strong body, and is a typical person who looks thin when dressed and looks fat when undressed.

Holding him close to his chest, Yang Ruoqing felt that her image at this moment should be like a fat orange nesting in the arms of its owner.

"What's wrong?"

He hugged her quickly and stroked her back with one hand.

"What's going on here?"

He asked again, he was fine before going out, but why did he become so slimy when he came back? He was a little flattered by how docile and well-behaved he was.

"Nothing, I just want to hold you, stick to you, and stick to you."

Yang Ruoqing rubbed her face into his arms again and again, and held his waist harder with her hands. He could feel the temperature of the palms of her hands through the fabric. The area around his waist suddenly became hot, and then his whole body felt a little warm.

Tighten.

For a man who dotes on his wife, he has been a virgin for more than half a year. If he hadn't taken into account that she was pregnant with Liujia and couldn't bear his love, otherwise he would have really wanted to take her to the bed and "ravage" her fiercely.

Ichiban!

"Tangyazi, I was just exercising."

After snuggling for a while, she raised her head and said to him. Her tone and eyes were like a child telling her parents who came back from get off work, "I did my homework well when you were not at home!"

Luo Fengtang pinched her nose lightly: "In this case, you should rest more. What kind of exercise should you do?"

Yang Ruoqing pouted: "Women of the older generation say that exercising more in the later stages of pregnancy will be beneficial to childbirth."

"So I want to exercise and give birth to our baby quickly. When the baby is born, I can hold you better."

Her face turned red, and before she finished speaking, she buried her head in his arms again.

Luo Fengtang's handsome face also showed a slight strangeness. Her words once again aroused the anger that he had suppressed for a long time. This feeling that he could see and touch but couldn't eat was really torturous.

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He took a deep breath, gently pulled her away a little, lowered his head and pressed his forehead against hers: "Okay!"

The young couple came to her parents' house together.

On the way, Yang Ruoqing looked at Luo Fengtang lovingly, but she did not forget to tease him: "I have been looking at each other with admiration for three days. The general's cooking skills have improved by leaps and bounds, which is beyond the reach of this little girl!"

Luo Fengtang smiled lightly, "That's okay, as long as you like it."

"Of course I like it. Didn't you see that I almost ate all the dishes and bowls in my stomach?" Yang Ruoqing said again.

"Naughty." Seeing no one around, Luo Fengtang gently scratched her nose.

Yang Ruoqing shook her head and ran away from his hand, and asked him again: "By the way, when did you learn to do those things? I've never seen you show off your skills before?"

Luo Fengtang confessed honestly: "I learned this by the way when I accompanied my father-in-law to the county for leg treatment."

"Ah? Do you still have time to learn that?"

Yang Ruoqing was really confused now. Luo Fengtang helped her into the yard and told her the whole story in a few words.

When they were seeking medical treatment at Yihechun Medical Center in the county town, although there was a kitchen in the medical center to provide meals for doctors, patients, and patients' families, the food in the kitchen was relatively simple and casual.

In Luo Fengtang's view, nutritional supplements are needed to coordinate treatment, and it is far from enough to rely solely on food from the medical clinic.

Yang Huazhong's situation is different from those patients with internal problems, who need liquid and semi-liquid diets.

Yang Huazhong has a problem with his legs. As long as it is not spicy and irritating, there are no taboos in other foods.

In addition to the fact that Mr. Sun and Mr. Luo were both there, Luo Fengtang felt that he could not let his elders in the family pay attention to food and accommodation, so he opened two rooms in Tianxiang Building and let Mr. Luo and Mr. Sun take turns to go back to rest.

As for him, he stayed in the hospital with nothing to do but stayed in bed with Yang Huazhong. He would go out at noon every day.

That is to go to Tianxianglou to pick up food. Sometimes when I am too busy, I ask the waiter of Tianxianglou to deliver it. Yang Yongjin has also delivered it a few times.

One time when Luo Fengtang went to pick up a meal, he happened to catch up with a guest who had booked a birthday banquet at Tianxiang Tower. He saw the pastry chef making these pastries and snacks in the large kitchen in the backyard, and he was suddenly fascinated.

I wonder if he can learn a few things and come back, will he be able to make more appetizing food for his wife and children in the future?

Therefore, as Yang Huazhong's situation gradually stabilized in the later period, Luo Fengtang took the time to ask the pastry chef for advice.

Putting aside Luo Fengtang's status as a general, and focusing on his status as the husband of the owner of Tianxiang Tower, how could the pastry chef dare to refuse?

What's more, Luo Fengtang not only didn't put on airs in front of the pastry chef, but was also very humble. The pastry chef was flattered and carefully gave Luo Fengtang a few easy-to-use snacks and pastries that he wanted to learn.

"Tangyazi, you are so thoughtful. I like those snacks and pastries very much."

At the door of the hall, Yang Ruoqing stopped and stared at him, her eyes filled with countless tenderness and affection, and she was moved and delighted.

Luo Fengtang squeezed her hand and said, "If you like it, I'm happy."

He lowered his gaze and landed on her tall belly. His eyes softened a bit and he added, "When the babies are born, I will also make these snacks and cakes for them."

Yang Ruoqing smiled and touched her belly, "Well, they must like it too!"

…

Luo Fengtang went to visit Yang Huazhong in the room where Yang Huazhong slept, and Yang Ruoqing also followed to say hello to his father.

I found that Lao Yangtou, Yang Huaming, and Yang Yongqing were all gathered in this room to talk with Yang Huazhong.

There were so many old and young men, but no one smoked dry cigarettes. Even Lao Yangtou's dry cigarette pole was only held in his hand without lighting it.

Ha, this is really strange. It seems that everyone is taking care of Yang Huazhong's situation. Not bad.

Yang Ruoqing came to the bedside, said a few words to Yang Huazhong, and asked about the situation.
Chapter completed!